BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 7, NAPOWRIMO

In the shadows not yet departed from former students since departed confined in compartments  the Polish left to the Irish, red vinegar wine (as vulgar as the vultures  who drowned in its deluge) caught itself in corners  still not drunk  by the blow-ins still bleating about the burnt beef and sodden soil  as we made […]

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REMEMBERING FRIDAY NOVEMBER 13th, 2015. NOUS SOMMES PARIS.

  In the supermarket on Saturday in the 14th,  on the 14th, in numb November, in Paris, their Paris, our Paris, my Paris, people push grief  in comfortless trolleys  down shadowed aisles  of silence, strangers claiming their spaces in solidarity, in queues  of slow moving sorrow, seeing shadow in places  where once there was light,  […]

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